Union County Star And Lewisburg Chronicle

And I'll not ask for wine.

The ladies of Canada came nearly up to those of the United States in acts of idolatry towards the Prince. In a city of Canada West, resides a colored man, 'Frank,' who indulges in hair-dressing saloon-keeping, and the mysteries of cooking and general waiting. This individual is a man of rare wit, unbounded humor, quick at repartee, and fond of a practical joke. He has, moreover, a certain physique of system, so that, when he indulges in a laugh, external or shrouded beneath the black veil of his shining outside, he may be said to shake like a jelly, after the fashion of Santa Claus, in the 'Night before Christmas.'

Now it happened, when the Prince of Wales visited the city where Frank resides, that a ball was given in his honor, and Frank was an essential accessory thereto. During the evening, after supper, and while Frank was among the dishes in the culinary room, his privacy was intruded upon by certain young women, who addressed him insinuatingly, about as follows:

'O, Frank, have you the glass out of which His Royal Highness drank?' To this Frank blandly responded, 'Yes.' 'Will you let us drink out of it?' 'Certainly.' 'Now, Frank, which side of the glass did His Royal Highness' lips touch?' Frank indicated the identical spot. Then the young women, each and all reverently and jubilantly touched their lips to the glass. They then said, 'Are you sure, Frank, that we touched the place touched by his Royal Highness' lips?' To which Frank answered, 'Certainly, for I wanted to drink after the Prince, and I had my lips on the very spot touched by his, just before you came in. I know it is the place.'

Fancy the result—Young ladies exeunt, disgusted; and the facetious Frank relapsing into one of his most violent cachinnations and jellifying for a full half hour.